Fighting. One of the most basic resorts. Running or Stnading. Fight or Flight. Some think of it as a last resort, but there are those who use it for entertainment. Watching others have to fight and kill to survive. Giving them no other choice. They fight it amount the most entertaining of all things. Placing money on who is more likely to kill and be killed. The lives of the fighters not more then, stats that can earn them money. Although highly illegal, these gladiator type matches continue. The fighters, homeless people or ones kidnapped from loving homes to fight for thier lives. All with now nothing to lose but the one thing they have, thier lives.
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The cages rattled at the fighter all got ready for thier fights. Cell cages, all the fighters could see one another. There were usually 3 types of fighters, The gladiators, who were the strongest fighters, the doomed, who knew they would die and only awaited the enevitable fight between them and a gladiator, and the fresh meat, who were either to die soon, or be then next gladiators.
The door at the end of the hallway opened. Stepped through a guard dragging a kicking and screaming female mouse. She was pritty, very pritty, however, she looked like she had been roughed up a bit. She kept screaming at the guard.
"Don't you know who I am!?! My perants will find me and when they do, this whole place is doign down! And mark my words you'll be the first to go!" She screamed. The guard not react except to through her in an empty cell.
Then, it started, as it always dose. The chant. The other fighters taunting her. "Fresh meat, fresh meat, fresh meat..." Suddenly there was a slam on the bars from the fighter in the cell next to the mouses. It was a male dingo.
"Hey!" He said and they all paid attention, "Knock it off..." He said. The female mouse, was a light brown colour, slim and petite. She looked to be in her early 20s or late teens. She turned to the Dingo.
"Ummm, what did they mean by that?" She asked him.
"Nothing, they just want you to feel weak." He replied.
"What is this place?" She then asked him. The answer came from a tall horse on the other side.
"It's a holding block." He told her.
"For what?"
"For fights. They come and choose two of us to fight to the death."
"The death!?" The mouse replied, shocked. "You mean... I'll have to..."
"Kill someone." He replied. "Yes. When they put you out there, its kill or be killed." He smiled, "But, you need not worry, they try to make them fair fights, so, you won't fight anyone above your level." He tells her. "And, out her, I'll have your back... My names Night." He told her.
"Chloe." She replied, she then looked back at the dingo. "Who's that?" She asked Night.
"Thats Halfeb. He's the veterin gladiator of this block. has been in over 150 fights."
"He's killed that many..." She gasped. Night nodded.
"They have one veterin gladiator on each block. They keep them apart so when they fight, its complete sudden survival." He told her. "However, when he was kidnapped, he lost everything, a wife, a daughter. He keeps thinking he can get back to it. But, we don't even know if they're still alive. So, if he dosn't do it to get out, he dose it for revenge. He dosn't give up cause, like very few of us, he has something to fight for." She watched he, Halfeb lean aginst the wall with his arm as it shaded his face from the light.
Topic: The Fights (open rp, anyone can join) (Read 2565 times)